Capítulo 1140: Chapter 484: Falling into the River_2
But almost visibly, this light was gradually dimming, being corroded and assimilated by the power of the Ancient Evil Being, turning into a part of its strength.
“This aura… the power of a god, and it belongs to the domain of life.”
Striding forward, he opened the bronze coffin, where a young girl in a green dress lay quietly inside.
It seed like she was in a peaceful slumber, yet also appeared to be suffering.
Judging from her pale complexion, her condition was undoubtedly not good.
“This appearance… is the Youth Goddess Hebe.”
“How did she end up here, and why did she fall into the body of the Ancient Evil Being?”
Unable to understand the cause and effect of the situation, he closed the coffin again, leaving only a small gap.
Carrying the bronze coffin on his back, Heracles had found a way to deal with the Evil Being.
Although his power could not completely erase the soul body of the [Thousand-faced Soul Eater], he would go seek sothing that could erase its power.
That sothing naturally couldn’t be Hebe, but she could serve as bait to lure the Ancient Evil Being.
“Let’s change the battlefield… to the River of Oblivion!”
Leaping into the air, he enlarged the bronze staff in his hand a thousandfold, then smashed it down.
Following the channel he had opened, Heracles forged ahead.
For the wizards of Silver Moon City, Hades was actually not their first encounter.
Long ago, due to the presence of the undead, he had taken note of the inventions of those humans.
Compared to the low intelligence of most undead, and the wisdom that might gradually awaken over a long ti, the life boxes created by humans were intriguing.
They could directly transform an intelligent living being into an undead existence close to death, gaining what could be called an undying life at the re cost of suppressing their human nature and emotions.
In the eyes of Hades, this certainly wasn’t a cost, so he once sent his subordinates to understand such matters, even exchanging with humans using things they dread of for corresponding research.
In recent years, Hades had also recruited so powerful spellcasters among mortals, transforming them into this very special life form after death.
Neither alive nor dead, neither human nor god, transford by wizards, resembling demons, hence they called themselves liches, which Hades found quite fitting.
This new race, unable to reproduce normally, was classified under undead life and was reshaped using so new power Hades acquired.
Eventually, they beca dependents belonging solely to Hades, a wise species with a unique social structure.
“Charon.”
Speaking of wizards, it seed like he rembered sothing.
Hades looked at the ferryman and inquired about another matter.
“How is the transaction between you and that divine witch progressing, and how soon can that ritual capable of directly summoning abyssal life be created?”
“I… it should be soon, right?”
Uncertain, Charon’s response was sowhat vague.
“…As soon as possible.”
“Although many forbidden entities are hidden in the Abyss, I gradually discovered that it is also a great treasure trove, if only you know how to find it…”
With a mysterious expression, Hades glanced at the Nether Moon in the sky.
He recalled the ti when he wanted to expand the number of undead and had tried reasoning with her, yet an encounter was still inevitable.
Such an incident happening once was one thing, but if it occurred again, it would be a testant to his personal inadequacy.
Yet for the birth of the Undead Clan, the presence of magic power and spiritual power was indispensable, so what was he to do?
“Naturally, go rummaging through trash…”
Sighing, the god of the Underworld felt slightly embarrassed.
“In Tartarus, who knows how many myriad source powers are mixed together, eventually evolving into all sorts of strange creations.”
“Since the authority and laws of this world have been divided up, nobody could stop from scavenging through piles of refuse for so things.”
“Though the gap between Chaos and Order is quite distinct, bit by bit, a way can always be found.”
“Ignoring everything else, at least in the face of death, all living beings are equal.”
In the Chaos World, although powerful goddesses were never lacking, there seed to be a notable gender bias when it ca to power; whether it was the Underworld King, Sea Emperor, or Divine King, it was the sa.
However, in contrast, the Nine Realms had an exception.
Helheim’s ruler, the offspring of the Otherworldly God King, ruler of the underworld, the Goddess of the Dead—Hel.
She was one of the rare female sovereigns, even if only in the world of the dead.
Yet Hades knew little about her, for though he had explored for a long ti, he never found the true legacy left by the goddess in the world.
…
“Co… co… join us…”
“…”
“Die… die… all die…”
“…”
“Who are you… who am I… soone save …”
“No… let go… without … I’ll kill you… we’ll die together…”
“…”
Boom——
Grasping the bronze staff, Heracles traversed amidst the overwhelming soul shadows.
The roars, the pleas, the curses, the howls… countless voices interwove like a symphony from Purgatory.
Even with the power of the [Golden Scales], the great hero had already transford the spiritual domain damage he suffered into physical harm.
But without the blessing of extraordinary power, the symphony of billions of voices still made one’s heart restless.
Though every swing of the bronze staff extinguished countless souls, it was aningless to the [Thousand-faced Soul Eater].
For even without Heracles’s presence, the souls within its body kept being born and dying.
Unless wiped out by a special authority like [Death], or the soul body shattered and the spiritual power drawn away by a deity of the Spirit Realm, re destruction only ground part of the souls to feed the others.
Gradually, the great hero realized this.
But faced with the true form of an Ancient Evil Being, though he could contend with it with the help of a divine artifact, it was still hard to truly harm it.
Bam——
“Phew—— I can’t keep going like this.”
With a heavy expression, he surveyed his surroundings.
At this mont, rather than saying Heracles was fighting the [Thousand-faced Soul Eater], it was more like he had been swallowed into its belly.
Looking around, the great hero seed to be in a world belonging to dead souls… however, at that mont, he seed to notice sothing.
“What is that?”
With a flicker of expression, Heracles raised his staff to carve out a passage.
At the end of the path, a Bronze Giant Coffin floated amidst an ocean ford by countless dead souls.
Faint light emanated through the giant coffin, deterring nearby souls from approaching—it was divine brilliance.
But almost visibly, this light was gradually dimming, being corroded and assimilated by the power of the Ancient Evil Being, turning into a part of its strength.
“This aura… the power of a god, and it belongs to the domain of life.”
Striding forward, he opened the bronze coffin, where a young girl in a green dress lay quietly inside.
It seed like she was in a peaceful slumber, yet also appeared to be suffering.
Judging from her pale complexion, her condition was undoubtedly not good.
“This appearance… is the Youth Goddess Hebe.”
“How did she end up here, and why did she fall into the body of the Ancient Evil Being?”
Unable to understand the cause and effect of the situation, he closed the coffin again, leaving only a small gap.
Carrying the bronze coffin on his back, Heracles had found a way to deal with the Evil Being.
Although his power could not completely erase the soul body of the [Thousand-faced Soul Eater], he had to find sothing that could erase her power.
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